Working Late ?

Awesome writing!!!! Absolutely so sad…yet so beautiful!!!!!!! xoxoxoxo

Brilliant Becca…so sad though! There are 2 places I will be when working late…either I’m being geeky with my photoshop or down the pub!

This is so beautiful and so saad. The usual story of the woman who gives her whole self and then after a few years, she is not loved anymore. The good thing is that even though she was hesitating, she was asking the right questions that would eventually lead to her decision. The only thing is that he made it up for her. The hurt will be there, but we always learn to stand on our two feet and keep on living. Very sad. But I loved the way you wrote it. .xo.xo. Iris

A sadden tale which no one should go through. Too many times this happens and it is never fair for the victim in the scenario. Well written.

this is so sad. something i think a lot of people can relate to. great piece :)

SO bloody good. really. I had shivers.

A very sad, heart wrenching piece Becca. The last line was just painful. Very nicely written. XXX

awesome work ….
“working late” oldest one in the book !!!!

Well written Becca, the ending was kind of a lump in the throat.

oh Becca…the old working late story…..never want to be there again! xx

becca of the Bright New day The Sun will shine on all the dark spots eventually ” – )) Then there is always more to see and doo ” – )) x

what a heart felt piece- anger has its place in depletting pain…....that’s why revenge is so sweet, i hope that through it all, you held on to “YOU” and all the re discovering you may have to go through- enjoy the moment, by moment, inhaling deep fresh air and gently, slowly, expell the words ” bastard” and then …. move on

Even having never experienced this for myself I have held many friends who have experienced this, men and women, and I can feel the angst in your words.

sad and beautiful writing that touches and speaks for many unfortunately:)

ouch, i love how she was working out to rise with a clear head.
but sadly, he beat her to the punch so to speak.
the scene played out in my head as i read becca, beautifully written, as always.

working late on an ending ….sadly. You write will be a companion in the mind of far too many ….written so very well and with heart XX

Sad indeed. I wish she had said it first.

Congratulations on your feature! :D

Nice story lines in this poem that tear away at the heart, but facts are things happen for a reason. Love the way you blend the emotion of wanting to stay in love, regretting to wake up alone, yet wanting to be strong to start a new life. Great work.

Absolutely stunning sweetheART lovely profound poetry ;} happy hippy hugglez

Excellent writing Becca! Congratulations on your feature!

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Great poetry Becca!
I specially love those 4lines from: lines have appeared…until:will be mine…
it strikes deep within…..!
(my poetry is all in Dutch…:( but i’ll try to get it “done”in English too)

for a few minutes. i was a married woman, stuck in a passionless marriage and rut. i felt hurt, betrayed, lost, confused, angry and cheated.
wow…that was the power your poem had over me!

btw i love your humour!

i only speak the truth.

WOW Becca’s this is so moving, with so much descriptive feelings and beautifully written as always!
So…should I, just turn a blind eye?
Or show some strength and say goodbye
You will be fine, whatever I do,
you’ll carry on and look after you !
You are amazing my friend …...... Congratulations too on both your features this is so deserving and many more x – David

CONGRATS ON THIS POWERFUL PIECE!!! X

Beautiful and emotional…....Sad at the end…....Flowing words, dear friend….......

Becca, Becca, Becca, Becca!!!!....a powerful tale written by a woman of truth and strength. Very moving and emotional, but you know what? With a guy like that – it’s actually a HAPPY ending. xoxo

so emotional and sad but I luv this one

You made me tear up. That bastard. I thank you for sharing this perspective. I wish more men could see how valuable the woman with them is. reminds me of an American Country and Western Song” Sometimes, I wake up crying at night, and sometimes I scream out your name…” Powerful ode to marriage and mothers who wait, sometimes in vain for thier thoughtless men… Beautiful. I like your art with words!

Congratulations!

As I read the first line, I knew where you were going. How many times I could only say he said it. It meant nothing. Guess I am not the only woman to go through such a relationship.

Oops. Spoke too soon. The ending caught me off guard and I almost cried myself. You have shared the moods of a lifetime of infidelity. Sorry you can write such poetry from such experiences.

I made them leave…eventually. Needed to suffer a lot of shhhh-ugar to reach that point.